WATCHING., ;alone |
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 Apr 17 2005, 12:50 PM
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 pull my finger..  Group: Member Posts: 71 Joined: Mar 2005 Member No: 116,414  |
watching shadows dance on stained glass
rooms were filled once but that was past the sun shining through torn curtains and broken blinds each one of them are gone and im left behind the obscurity of three on hands as time passes by darkness overwhelms my corner and birds high another day has passed and morning is to rise still nobody here.. as the cloud flies      
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| *islandgirl4eva* |
Apr 18 2005, 07:14 AM
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I do get the sense of loneliness from this piece, but for some reason it doesn't read well in my head. I guess I'm just off my game right now.
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